Who Would Home a Cur? - Dan Bull

One look, one kiss, one kiss, one kill

And the fingertip tingles with the imminent thrill

One look, one kiss (one look, one kiss)

One kiss, one kill (one kiss, one kill)

One look, one kiss, one kiss, one kill

And the fingertip tingles with the imminent thrill

Meet young Amélie

A ballet dancer dans Paris

Full name: Amélie Guillard

Married a man named Gérard Lacroix

(You don’t know anything about me)

Then she was taken by Talon

Who would break her mind and then drain her personality

Replace it by talent, trained her and made her an agent

Had her send her soul mate to the grave

Then painted nails, pale flesh (flesh)

Making veiled threats

Frail threads, no trails left

Your day of death, all stale breath

A widow’s kiss will never miss

And when it hits, you’ll suffer bliss

No clever twist, no severed wrist

Just the best death for which you’d ever wish

Widowmaker, the bone breaker

A lone ranger, King’s Row, Tracer

Chased over roofs, an explosion, an aim

And then shooting straight at the chronal accelerator

Huh, missed the target

But hit Tekhartha, Mister Mondatta

Another kiss to mark up on the hitlist

Which mark’s next?

You just can’t predict this

Like predictive text, cold as duck

Targets hit the deck, soldiers struck

By awe, bullets and a whole lot of muck

That’ll wallop with the force of a truck, bad luck

And Widowmaker would have made a wicked woman in a winnebago

Because her aim is homing in from far away to wherever they go

One look, one kiss, one kiss, one kill

And the fingertip tingles with the imminent thrill

One shot, one kill (one kill), time stands still

And the steel tip splits, it’s smooth as silk

One look, one kiss, one kiss, one kill

And the fingertip tingles with the imminent thrill

One shot, one kill, time stands still

As the lifeblood spills, it’s smooth as silk (cough)

Sorry, but I’m gonna have to interrupt

The thing that you were about to say

I’ve been informed and I ought to warn you

That the spider has come out to play

Trapped in her web, backed in a corner

Back of the net, but you’re about to be the ball

Her sniper sights are like spider bites

So if you spy the lights, you better hide or fight

You’ll never find the right antidote

For the overdose though, ride or die

Like dynamite inside a mine

She’s right inside your mind, timing her strike for the right time

And when she tightens the trigger

It’s difficult to forget it like riding a bike

When will the venom mine blow?

Hell if I know

Hope it doesn’t happen to a friend of mine, though

Venomous enough to kill a rhino

Like the poisonous inkpen filling my notes

Killing enemies and minimise foes

'Til they’re lying in a pile like a really nice roast

No family members, she’ll never write home

She’s just sitting motionless, fishing for roaches

Like a heron might, so slick, quick and ferocious

But this revolution won’t be televised, though

Temperatures low, reflections in the scope

Perception is par excellence, the rest I’m sure you know

Widowmaker would have made a wicked woman in a winnebago

(In a winnabago)

Because her aim is homing in from far away to wherever they go

One look, one kiss, one kiss, one kill

And the fingertip tingles with the imminent thrill

One shot, one kill (one kill), time stands still

And the steel tip splits, it’s smooth as silk

One look, one kiss, one kiss, one kill

And the fingertip tingles with the imminent thrill

One shot, one kill, time stands still

As the lifeblood spills, it’s smooth as silk

One look, one kiss (one look, one kiss)

One kiss, one kill (one kiss, one kill)

One look, one kiss, one kiss, one kill

And the fingertip tingles with the imminent thrill

When the bomb drops and the song stops

(Hey) It’s a long shot

Taking hits from the barrel like a bong topped

With the kick like a Paulo Wanchope

So your lungs stop, she’ll fill your lunchbox

With a punch that’ll puncture you, once, plus

Every other legendary skin you’ve unlocked

That’s punk rock

One shot, one kill, one nil

Smooth as silk, won’t stop until

Everybody from the opposition is visible from her position

And pop, she’s accomplished her mission

Widowmaker would have made a wicked woman in a winnebago

(In a winnabago)

Because her aim is homing in from far away to wherever they go

To wherever they go